You know someone working in veggie R&D is solving that problem right now.
Once he’s done, he can go to work on strawberries that grow with a nice chocolate-flavored coating.
One can dream, right?
Robin
I’m still waiting for the orange that you can eat like an apple. Seriously, how hard can that be? The orapple. The appange. No peeling, no mess.
Mitch Hedburg used to say that it took so long to bake a potato that he’d throw one into the oven every once in a while because, hey, you never know, by the time it’s done I might want one.
Hoo! Looks like I touched a nerve, eh? 
> snerk <
I want to be **Mangetout ** when I get out. . .
One word for you.
TiVo.
And possibly some nice cozy Valium tablets.
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You know how you seriously considered voluntarily admitting yourself to a mental institution? Have you re-considered lately?
Surely to God you have something better to occupy your time with…although I don’t promote the abuse of customer service reps either. They are a minority population with feelings and rights like everyone else in this country. They need their own political party. Here’s a logo for them:
F.U.C.K.D. - For a Utopia of Customer Service Klerks who Don’t spell very well.
In the OP’s defense, I don’t like the commerical in question either. All I could think the first time I saw it was “Jesus Christ, Ladies, isn’t an occasional blood test a small price to pay for reliable birth control?” There are millennias worth of women who would have wished all they needed was a blood test and a pill to keep from being knocked up.